This Lyric is: #098

Old Shorty (c) 2002 Jimmy Ruddy, Hamilton, ON

I was sitting and a playin', with my sister Marie,
When this strange little dog, walked up to me
He looked like a Lab, but with 2 inch legs
He left a trail in the snow, from the parts that dragged.

I brought him into the house, and I gave him some food,
My mom said 'Get out!' (She was being kinda rude!)
'We've got two dogs!', so I led him away
But he beat me back home, and he was there to stay

A few days went by, and to my surprise
Old Shorty brought home, a smelly prize
A frozen whitefish, from someones ice-hut
I thought they'd be angry, with my little mutt

So I followed his trail, out on to the ice
To a little red hut, but the folks were nice
Said Shorty looked sad, and that in the end
they gave that little fish, to my little friend

<CH>
Old Shorty sure was a friendly dog, but he wasn't very quick
He was low and slow, a funny dog, and he couldn't do ANY tricks
He never bit or barked or ran, and he came when he was called
But sometimes when he was feeling blue, he'd howl.

For nineteen long years, old shorty walked
Arthritic, blind 'n deaf, but the town still talked
to that little lab, with the 2 inch legs
Who left a trail in the snow, from the parts that dragged.

But his time has passed, and he's well on his way
to greener pastures, where the puppies play
And I'm choked for words, to say how I feel
About that poor old dog, who is buried in this field.

<CH>
Old Shorty sure was a friendly dog, but he wasn't very quick
He was low and slow, a funny dog, and he couldn't do ANY tricks
He never bit or barked or ran, and he came when he was called
And every year on the day he died, in honour I give a howl.

Aooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

[This message has been edited by JimmyRuddy (edited 08-13-2002).]

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